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(Continued from Day One): Fortunately, the rest of us took out the three remaining ghouls without further difficulty. And the paralysis on Angus lasted for only a few minutes. But when he was able to move again, he kept talking about the ghouls and the helpless feeling of being paralyzed.

It seemed that Angus's troubles would continue to mount, as he now appeared to be obsessed with the thought of ghouls and their paralytic touch. However, Angus did say his strength seemed to be slowly returning. So it could take a couple of days, but it appeared it would return on its own. He has also reported no more waking nightmares since leaving Forlorn.

Later on in the morning, we were attacked by half a dozen wraiths, which were difficult to see in the fog until they were already upon us. They took several of us by surprise. Though we were soon able to destroy or turn them all, Angus and I were each struck by one of the wraiths and felt the chill of their negative energy, as it seemed to drain away on our health.

By the early afternoon, Felipe told us he could see a light of some sort through the mists, though again the rest of us could see nothing. Still, we continued to let Felipe be our guide, and a short while later, it appeared that the decision had paid off. Soon we could see the light of a far away lighthouse, its twin rotating beams slicing through the dense fog from a seemingly impossible distance. We continued walking towards the light, being careful as we went, concerned that the ground below us might suddenly drop away into a large body of water. But it never did. Instead, the woods around us turned to scrub brush, the air became very chilly, and the ground grew rocky and hard as it gradually inclined upwards in the direction of the light house. Patches of snow then appeared, becoming larger and thicker along the way.

A short while later, as dusk began to approach, the mists suddenly parted before us, revealing the towering lighthouse perched near the edge of a cliff, at the tip of a rocky peninsula hundreds of feet above the turbulent seawater below. The bank of fog quickly rolled away down the snow covered slope behind us and to our right. Then from a high vantage point, we could see that the pointed peninsula was merely the tip of an even larger mass of land that jutted out into the sea.

We could not determine the size of the landmass it was in turn connected to, as the low lying areas were obscured by fog. Lying perhaps a mile or two away, in the opposite direction of the lighthouse, we saw a small coastal village. But the lighthouse was only a few hundred yards away, and it was dark and cold outside. So it was to the lighthouse that we decided to go.